Where...Am I? I remember my parents, they were okay, I guess? But then a crash? Something broke, like a window? And screaming...? Looking around, you're sitting on a cold, stone back alley pavement. It's dark out but it's illuminated by LED signs and neon lights, the sound of rushing subway cars and footsteps, people talking and going along. A man stands in front of you, in a black trench coat, black fedora, neat shoes and sunglasses. "The kid's finally awake." He says before walking away...
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